Ah, when I went to uni as a mature student, I had been a feminist (activist) for 15 years...so naturally, I envisaged getting my teeth into feminist theory - not just my experience as a wc white woman. I was baffled, bemused, often a bit humiliated and frequently bored. Sussex was in the grip of post-modernism and much of it was obscure, cultish - only the 2 terms of economics was worse. I am not a thicko and I had felt I had a relatively sound understanding of Marx, Weber, Foucault and I am the first to bring up the bad workperson blames their tools but, I dunno, I found I really couldn't give much of a fuck about the female gaze, jouissance, bricollage: and the writing was unbelievably opaque, knowing, painfully self-conscious, just awful. More than likely it's just me (I am just as dense when confronted with the impenetrable mysteries of the computer or mobile phone). Unsurprisingly, after graduating (although I got a first), I signed up to ag. school for a few years of horticulture...so, yeah, theory is/was a bit exclusive and unneccessarily vague.
Plus, I am convinced that solidarity and recognition can embrace differences because of the commonalities. Feminism is not, and never has been, a monolith.
Honestly compels me to add - it might just be because I am lazy. Nonetheless, 'Feminism for the 99%' landed on the doormat on Monday - a nice little 96 page pamphlet which, so far, has readable clarity.